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didn’t fault her one bit.”
    “Did you tell police it was him?”
    “I was five years old, nobody took me seriously. I don’t know why though, it was common knowledge that my dad was furious about her leaving Charlotte. She told everybody. That’s why she kept having miscarriages, he was stressing her out.”
    “Sorry, Cataya.”
    “Me, too. That’s why I need for you to be extra careful from now on. I don’t want to lose you, too.”
    Ching nodded too confidently, never knowing that he wouldn’t be able to make good on that promise.
    * * *
    Hammer balled up the write up and flushed it down the toilet. If any word could describe the way that he was feeling right now, it would have been ‘murder’.
    He hated the man that was responsible for him being there. If he had things his way, he wouldn’t know which one of the men that he would have killed first.
    Bobby was a child molester/dope fiend, which in Hammer’s opinion, didn’t deserve to be alive in the first place. He really couldn’t figure out Bobby’s motive for mentioning his name to Goines in the first place. Yet, when he gave it a thorough look-over, he knew exactly why.
    But with Warden Felts, Hammer was totally lost. He wasn’t quite sure how their bad blood had begun. The only incident that he could recall was a confrontation about the lack of disrespect that Felts had showed him. It had been years ago…
    Hammer had LeLe’s revelation heavy on his mind when Officer Felts walked up to his bed. He stared up at the white man for a long time wondering what he wanted.
    “Are you Carl Bobbit, boy?”
    “Boy?”
    The word ‘boy’ was echoed by many blacks who had heard Felts say it.
    “You ain’t no girl, is you?”
    “I ain’t either one of them, you better watch your fucking mouth! How would you like it if I called you a name?”
    “I done heard it all from your kind. Now, are you Carl Bobbit?”
    “Yeah. Why?”
    “Step aside so I conduct a search,” he demanded, ignoring Hammer’s question.
    Hammer complied and Felts rambled through his locker with little regards of how he left it. He lost his cool when Felts ripped down a picture of Cataya that was taped on is locker.
    “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked, grabbing Felt’s arm.
    Felt spun around with a threatening finger. “Keep your nigger hands off me, boy!”
    Hammer hit Felts with a series of combinations of pure instincts.
    He had lost the fight in a long run, but for the sweet, brief minute before Felts’ help came, every inmate’s fancy to assault an asshole correctional officer, had been tickled.
    His attention went to the door when he heard the tray flap being unlocked. The Chaplin stuck his face in.
    “Please tell me that you’re okay.”
    “I’m okay,” he replied, a he made his way to the flap. “What are you doing here? You have Bible study today.”
    “I cancelled it. I wouldn’t have been able to give it my all knowing that Felts was up to his old tricks again.”
    “Yep. The way that things are looking, he’s going to make the write-up- stick.”
    “I’m sorry, Bobbit. I knew that something wasn’t right when you got called to Goines’ office.”
    “Me, too. I just want to know what he has against me. I ain’t never done anything to that man.”
    The Chaplin glanced behind him and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Between you and I, I overheard Sergeant Goines say that Felts hates you because your daughter’s mother ticked him off in visitation one day.”
    A baffled expression appeared on Hammer’s face. “Ticked him off in visitation?”
    “Yes. From what I gathered from the conversation, it was racially motivated.”
    This didn’t surprise Hammer. It was well known throughout the prison that Felts didn’t like anybody outside of his race.
    “Please keep that between us,” the Chaplin pleased.
    “That’s without saying. Now I know why he all of a suddenly started targeting me. Anyway, I really appreciate you coming to check